Maybe you're the light for me.
When you talk to me, it strikes me.
Won't somebody help me, cuz' I don't feel too strong.
Was it something that I said?
Was it something that I did?
Or the combination of both, that did me in?

You know I'm hoping you'll sing along,
althought it's not your favorite song.
Don't want to be there when there's nothing left to say.

You know that some of us spin again,
and when you do you need a friend.
Don't want to be there when there's nothing left for me.
And I hate the thought of finally being erased,
maybe that's the best for me.